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Battle

They are all those who are greedy for life and afraid of death, even if a few people get together, they will not get rid of this kid.

The old man in the cave cursed angrily from the bottom of his heart, but a trace of fear also flashed in his eyes, which was concealed by pride and arrogance, and the sound transmission sent to the other two: [Since Xuan Qiu dares to tear his face, we will let him go. No answer! 】

After a long while, the other two did not respond, but Xuan Qiu, who was outside the door, chuckled lightly.

"The disciple just came to seek advice from Elder Hongfang, and the other two will naturally come to visit one by one later, so I don't need to bother you, Elder."

Since he dared to come, he had made all the preparations. The first thing was to pick a day that was unexpected, use his spiritual sense to isolate the connection between them, and then break them down one by one. Unfortunately, this is a matter of Wuxiangmen, and it is not suitable for Jie Qing stepped in.

But at this moment, he can isolate the spiritual thoughts of the Mahayana monks by concentrating on a few distractions, especially the effect of the spiritual thoughts they have cultivated these days, which is strong enough to cover the entire Guiyuan. The Great Khan also attacked the mighty barrier of persecution.

If powerful monks like them really wanted to fight, apart from spiritual power, they would compete with divine sense, their own strength, and their own comprehension in their respective paths. Elder Hongfang...except for spiritual power, he was stronger than Xuan Xuan. Qiu, others are not as good as him.

The gate of the cave mansion made of Bixia fine jade is magnificent and majestic, glowing brilliantly under the sun, it is tightly closed, and the master's voice can be heard from inside:

"Nephew, my way is not as good as the other senior brothers, so I can't give you any advice. Nephew, if you don't do it some other day—"

"No need." Xuan Qiu interrupted him, and took a step forward, Hongfang could clearly hear the crisp ding from his staff, approaching step by step like a talisman from the king of Hades.

If he doesn't go out, is it possible that Xuan Qiu wants to break into his cave? !

Hateful hateful!How dare you bully him so far!If he had known this earlier, his soul should have been refined in 300 years, and his bones would be destroyed!

No matter how resentful he was, Hongfang remained calm and didn't move a single step. He, who was close to running out of fuel, went to study the method of sacrifice to open the gate of the world. Wasn't it just to seek the opportunity to ascend to immortality? life.

If you fight with Xuan Qiu, no matter what the result is, it will be risky to wait until the day when the gate opens.

If he was not forced to, he would never take this risk. Anyway, the defense mechanism of the cave has been activated, and the gate of Bixia Jingyu cannot be broken easily even if a Mahayana monk comes.

What's more, there are hundreds of defense and attack formations embedded in it. If Xuan Qiu wants to enter, it will consume most of his energy when he sees him. Then...

Even if they face each other, Hongfang is not afraid.

"Son of Xuanqiu, it seems that you are quite proficient in the way of battle."

The speaker's voice was somewhat familiar to Hongfang. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed... one of the [-] disciples he had taken in?Because he was not close, thanks to the extraordinary memory of the monk, Hong Fang could recall the face of this person.

But I don't know his name—because I don't care about this kind of little disciple, so I don't care about his name taboo.

So much so that Hongfang doesn't know who to scold if he wants to scold now.

"You are?" Because the small map showed that the other party was a small green dot representing friendship, Xuan Qiu did not resist his approach, but also maintained a certain degree of vigilance, Xie Xu's lessons from the past were still there.

"The one who worshiped you was just an unknown little monk with a little success in cultivation, so Brother Xuanchan entrusted me to help."

The old monk with the late stage of distraction said modestly, "I have received your kindness before, if you don't give up, the younger brother may help the holy son."

After all, he is a disciple of Hongfang, and he has not been here a few times in the past 300 years, but he still has some understanding of the cave of this master who loves to send people.

Xuan Qiu was studying how to break through the layers of formations. After a few moves, he was heard by this person. Seeing that he seemed to understand this, he took a step back and gave him his seat.

Hearing the sound of the "click click" formation breaking, Hongfang finally remembered who this person was, and Hongfang cursed: "An He, you have done this deceitful act of deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors. After the deity goes out, I will definitely make you look good!"

An He, who ignored it, didn't even stop the movements of his hands. After all, the elder didn't want to let too much time go on mundane affairs.

That's why disciples like them worked so hard to set up the cave, and he, who is proficient in formation techniques, was of course called to come here.

In less than a quarter of an hour, most of the overlapping and complicated formations have been undone. An He raised his sleeves and was about to wipe the sweat off his forehead when Xuan Qiu carried him away. fight together.

An He, who was a half-step Mahayana, could barely see the two figures that were splitting and rejoining in an instant. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and stepped back to prevent his master from catching him and threatening Xuanqiu Sheng. son.

An Xin, what did they do for these people? An He, who has always been taciturn and has no sense of presence, still knows a thing or two, so he has always kept this "master" attitude at arm's length, took the initiative to live in a remote outer courtyard, and deliberately covered himself up. Of course, his cultivation is also thanks to Senior Brother Xuan Chan's protection.

He is only a little worried now. The Son of Xuanqiu, who just came back to the Wuxiang Sect, has not broken through the middle stage of the Mahayana even after a short period of retreat. Is it a bit reluctant to meet these three people... Well, An He took back the just now Worry, after all, is the Holy Son whom he has looked up to since 300 years ago, and it is not impossible to break through in the duel.

As a matter of fact, Xuan Qiu originally planned to do this, the accumulation of cultivation needs time, and the breakthrough of the stage requires actual combat—at least for him, fortunately, he has a few sparring partners.

Facing Xuanqiu, who became more and more courageous in the Vietnam War, Hongfang became more flustered. He had fought against many monks, but he had never seen such a desperate style of fighting. He saw Xuanqiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes became brighter. Knowing that there is no hope of escape, the fighting spirit is also high: gouged his eyes, broke his hands and feet, even if he died, he would drag Xuanqiu with him, this kind of genius should be buried with them.

Hongfang's cave is already in disarray, the battle between the two Mahayana monks, even if Xuanqiu deliberately restrained it, An He's cover-up formation eventually attracted the attention of others.

The other two realized something when they heard the movement from Hongfang's side. A ray of consciousness came over and found that Hongfang was burning his few years of life to fight Xuanqiu to the death.

Although Xuanqiu is also in tattered cassock and covered in blood, he has broken through to the middle stage of Mahayana at this moment. Even though they know that Xuanqiu should be weak at this moment, they don't want to be like Hongfang.

So they diligently persuaded each other to save people, and then turned around to find that Hongfang had died under Xuanqiu's hands. The bloody monk put his hands together and chanted a Buddha's name. , looked at them accurately.

"Sacred Son Xuanqiu... what are you doing?!"

"Shh, don't you know, those few people who fled from the Star Luo League still have contact..."

"Is this really true?! The Supreme Elders are of high status, why do you want to contact the person from the Demon Sect?" The disciple who asked the question obviously didn't believe it, but he also didn't believe that the Holy Son would do something harmful to the sect, so he was entangled for a while Incomparable.

"Because, there are people in the Star Luo League who have an evil method to prolong life, and this is what the three Supreme Elders lack the most." An Xin, standing among the panicked crowd, said quietly, "It is said that the method of extending life is based on life."

All of a sudden, everyone became quiet. Although there were still doubts, no one would think that their lives were in danger, especially this threat...they came from Mahayana monks they could not resist.

"Sacred Son Xuanqiu slays evil and destroys demons, and saves the world. There must be a deep meaning in this move."

Except for the three members of the Supreme Elder faction, most of the ordinary Wuxiangmen disciples and elders accepted Xuanqiu's approach.

What's more, apart from those elders who are high-ranking, they can't intervene in the battle between several Mahayana monks, and those elders who are high-ranking are mostly people of Xuanqiu Xuanchan's generation, or they feel owed to Xuanqiu, so they chose Be wise and protect yourself; or admire Xuanqiu Shengzi so much, and even want to rush forward to help as peacefully as possible.

Knocking down a handful of Xieqing's specially made Ninth Grade Huiyuan Pill, Xuanqiu rushed to the two remaining Supreme Elders while adjusting his breath and said with a smile: "Please enlighten me."

The young man with blood on his face smiled brightly, but it made the two elders tremble a little: This lunatic, does he still want to fight three people in a row?

The two looked at each other, and tacitly attacked Xuan Qiu from both sides.

"Junior Brother, be careful!" Xuan Chan, who was watching the battle, couldn't help shouting when he saw this scene.

If Xuanji hadn't been held down by Xuan Chan, he would have already rushed forward.

An He, who wanted to help, was sent flying by a spiritual force before reaching the center of the three, piercing through layers of red walls, and falling into a Buddhist temple. Looking solemnly into the distance.

An He spat out a mouthful of blood, and was supported by the disciples who came up to him. He looked at the three people in the sky, and secretly prayed that the Holy Son would win... at least not to leave Wuxiangmen again.

Xuanqiu is really uncomfortable at the moment, the flanking attack of the two makes him feel a bit overwhelmed, but he can't lose, and he will never lose.

Two clusters of flames seemed to be ignited in the young man's eyes, and a majestic posture that made the enemy fearful rose between the handsome brows. A huge golden Buddha statue emerged from behind him, and the magnificent golden Buddha's light reflected the surrounding area. Everyone in Baili.

Inspired by the Buddha's light, many monks meditated immediately and broke through the bottleneck that had troubled them for a long time. The disciples of the Wuxiangmen who saw this scene, including the people who looked up at the entire Guiyuan Oasis, immediately burst into flames. After discussing one after another, they came to a conclusion : Xuanqiu Shengzi should really be the leader of Buddhism and Taoism.

Only the two people who were facing Xuan Qiu could see clearly that their faces were different from any of the Buddha statues in the 180 Hall of Wuxiangmen, and the face engraved on the Buddha statue was clearly Xuan Qiu himself!What kind of holy son of Buddhism is obviously a rude child with arrogant self-esteem!

Facing the more imposing Xuanqiu, the two of them, who still cherished their own lives, no longer had the heart to fight again, and also left each other tacitly, and each fled in one direction.

Xuan Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at one person who threw the staff in his hand, and saw that the other person was hit and vomited two mouthfuls of blood before disappearing from his sight at a faster speed.

Don't chase after the poor, Xuanqiu is not unaware of this truth.

Xuan Qiu, already exhausted, landed on the ground, and was immediately supported by Xuan Chan, who was a little unstable, and then was drowned out by the violent cheers from the monks and monks who gathered in front of him.

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